>I know. She’s an idiot. I mean, she stashes cocaine in her vah-jay-jay. ALLEGEDLY.
But now, little Miss Paris Hilton is being blasted by Sarah Shahi, “star” of something called ‘Fairly Legal’, as being the “worst driver ever” because Paris ALLEGEDLY almost hit Shahi.
Trouble is, Paris says she wasn’;t driving anywhere that day: “I was so shocked when I read that, too. First of all, I wasn’t even driving that day. I just came back from Vegas with my boyfriend–and we were home relaxing. I hadn’t even been in the car that day. I literally came with a driver from the airport went to my house.”
Paris then lamented that perhaps it was someone who just looked like her.
Seriously? There’s more than one vacuous blond bimbo with the IQ of soap and a cooch full of coke driving around LA.
Then Paris goes on and on crying about the team of Paris look-a-likes “who do it for a living….always doing things and I’m getting blamed for it.”
Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!
Sarah Shahi won’t back down, though, and ranted on Twitter–because how else do people communicate these days–about Hilton:
“Paris Hilton- worst driver ever. Almost hit me, then ran a stop sign.what if there was a kid around the corner, you dumb b–ch.”
Shahi then called Paris a “horrible excuse for a human being” and a “blonde piece of sh-t”.
Okay, so where’s the rant?
Because no one noticed, Kate Hudson announced she’s engaged to Muse rocker, and her upcoming baby daddy, Matt Bellamy on The Today Show this week.
During a live interview with Matt Lauer, where Kate kept swatting her left hand through the air, Lauer finally broke down and mentioned the rock on her ring finger.
Hudson laughed: “It just happened a week ago, I’m so glad you noticed,. I haven’t really announced it and I felt like the announcing thing feels so silly, and I was just waiting for someone to notice.”
Which is why I’ve been batting my hand around like I’m hailing a freakin’ cab before someone would ask me!!!!
Then Kate got all coy, refusing to discuss wedding dates or arrangements.
My guess is that she’ll show up on Wendy Williams in a wedding dress and wait for Wendy to ‘notice’ it.
Talk about a fright.
Last October, Daniel Radcliffe admits he was terrified to hear Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling announce to Oprah that she might write another Harry Potter book, or two. Although Rowling has always insisted that she was done with seven books on the Junior Wizard, she said, “But you never know!”
Radcliffe was heard screaming, Every time I try to get out, they pull me back in!!!
After a team of paramedics revived him Radcliffe says he texted Rowling so her could clarify her comments. He won’t say what she texted back, but I think it was along the lines of How did you get this number?
But it may take Rowling a long time to write books eight through forty-seven, and by the time they come to be filmed, Radcliffe will be too old to play a boy wizard.
At least that’s what he hopes.
Glee spoilers! Glee spoilers!
And, no, Bret Easton Ellis hasn’t been asked to write an episode.
But Mister Shue, Matthew Morrison, is talking about upcoming episodes, including the one where someone on the show will die.
Holy Moldavia Batman!
You mean someone more important that the Warbler mascot bird, Pavarotti?
Morrison says: “Somebody’s dying. Obviously I’m not going to tell you who it is, but it’s no-one that you would probably expect. The episode right before the finale is called ‘Funeral’. We were actually at a funeral home yesterday, shooting all day. It was a very taxing day.”
Who do you think it is?
Talk about everything old being new again. or every old movie being made new again.
Former California Grope-enator, Arnold Schwarzenegger, is being shopped around Hollywood like a whore with a coke stash.
And Arnie is said to want to star in…..ANOTHER…..remake of ‘The Terminator’. I guess he meant it when he said, “I’ll be Bach.”
And I thought he meant Johann Sebastian. Now that’s a movie worth seeing.
Unfortunately there is no screenwriter attached yet, because most screenwriters are like, Um, this has been done, to death, and back again. But a director, ah, that’s a whore, er, horse of a different color has expressed interest. Apparently, Justin Lin, who is responsible for ‘Fast Five’–the fifth installment of The Fast and The Furious, because four weren’t enough–is getting wooed to helm the project.
Who’s up for seeing Ah-nold back onscreen in Terminator: Rise Of The Man-Boobs?
After being sent back to the big house, er, the Lynwood Correctional Facility–where she was incarcerated for the unbelievable amount of five hours–Lohan is now crying that she’s being punished because she’s a celebrity.
Car thief? Jewel thief? Drug addict? Kidnapper?
Oh, yeah, how unfair.
A source close to Lindsay–and by source I mean Mama Dina who has a news crew permanently stationed in her home lest she go five minutes without publicity–says, “She is being treated differently from everyone else because she is famous. We were all in shock when she was forced to return to jail just to make an example out of her. It’s not right. Especially when she is working so hard to live a healthy life.”
Last week, a judge ruled that Lindsay, who has been accused of stealing a necklace, was in violation of probation and was jailed for five hours before someone–a drug dealer, I’m thinking, because she’s his best client–got her out.
Dina, er, the source, adds, “She is innocent and can’t understand what is going on. She didn’t steal any necklace and will be found innocent. It’s obvious this is only happening because she is famous and anyone that thinks celebrities get away with stuff or let off will think again after seeing this.”
Hey Lindsay, listen up you utter moron: if you were Lindsay Lohan, working at the Forever 21 store in Dayton, Ohio, and had done all of the things you’ve done in your short stint of adulthood, you’d have been locked away for years.
So do not play this Poor me crap.
And do not make me go to my manicurist and have my Fuck You nail reapplied.
Please. Go to jail. Do not pass go. Do not talk, whine, cry.
Rob Lowe, or, as he’s known by his porn name, Raw Blow, must have a pretty selective memory. See, in his new auto-biography, ‘Stories I Only Tell My Friends,’ he conveniently glosses over his six-year relationship, engagement to, and loss of a child with, actress Melissa Gilbert.
Lucky for him Michael Landon isn’t alive. He’s take Lowe out behind the barn for a whoopin’.
In her tell-all, ‘Prairie Tale,’ Gilbert revealed she’d had three nose jobs by age 20, struggled with drugs and alcohol, and then wrote page after page about her love affair with Rob Lowe, including losing his child.
Rob Lowe, on the other hand, in his book, dishes about his Hollywood bromances with Charlie Sheen and Sean Penn, dining out with Chris Farley and many more important things than a six-year relationship. Of course, he also makes scant mention of his infamous–because of the underage girls–sex tape.
In Melissa’s book she mentions Rob Lowe 77 times.
In Lowe’s book, he mentions Gilbert 4 times.
Guess the relationship and the miscarriage meant more to her?
She writes on and on that she “fell instantly, hopelessly and stupidly in love” with him, then wallows in the anguish of losing him. He talks about how, when Gilbert’s mom tried to keep them apart, he began spending more time with Charlie Sheen and his brother, Emilio Estevez. He makes absolutely no mention of the length and intensity of their relationship, their brief engagement and Melissa’s miscarriage.
I guess it meant more to her than to him. He had buddies to drink with and underage girls to screw.
Bon Jovi rocker Richie Sambora has checked himself into rehab. Again.
And not just for rocking the Jane Fonda in Klute wig. But, for, among other things, like, um, sobriety “issues”. A source–and by source, I mean Denise Richards, because she’s the go-to source for all things Sambora or Sheen–says, “Richie recently has been drinking too much, and wants to get his life together.”
He also checked himself into rehab for exhaustion.
Exhaustion rehab? Seriously?
Is there a rehab for everything now, because I may need a Bravo rehab one of these days. Or a Logo rehab. Top Chef: Rehab.
But Sambora, who’s been on tour with Bon Jovi, says he needs time to regroup. And take a nap. ALLEGEDLY.
A friend–Hi Denise–says: “Richie has had a busy year. I think this was a culmination of all the things that overloaded his life and finally he realized he needed to take care of himself.”
This isn’t Sambora’s first time at the rehab rodeo. He made his first appearance at the career boosting rehabbing Cirque Lodge back in 2007, right after he divorced his wife, Heather Locklear, and broke up with his girlfriend, Denise Richards.
Maybe he needs a Blonde Starlet rehab?
This guy is a pig.
He thinks he might be the next Robert DeNiro, when he more like the next Robert DeLusional. But self-titled Hollywood bad boy, and wannabe movie star, Alex Pettyfer, has given an interview where he discusses everything, from a sad, sick tattoo, to his hatred for LA.
The star–hee hee, I giggle at that…..star….–of ‘I Am Number Four’–remember when it was in theaters for an hour or so?–gave a candid interview to VMAN magazine where he revealed that he has a tattoo, right above his crotch that says, “Thank You”.
I imagine the proper tattoo should have said, “That isn’t a toothpick, it’s my dick.”
Pettyfer, ever the gentleman, says he got the tattoo, “in case I forget to say it.”
Oh, honey, you don’t have to say Thank you. Just leave the money on the nightstand. Or the passenger seat. Or the next urinal.
Pettyfer, who was once considered, by himself mostly, to be on the Hollywood fast-track to stardom, until his head got ginormous–making his penis appear even smaller–now says, “I really don’t give a s**t about any of that. I wish I had some interesting stories about living in L.A., but mostly I just do my work and then go home. Being an actor is like being in prison. You go, you serve your time, you try and replicate Johnny Depp’s career and then you move to Paris.”
Oh, honey, you’re no Johnny Depp. He has talent.
And it seems that Hollywood, like me, has developed a distaste for Pettyfer. After rumors of his ALLEGED erratic behavior, most bigwigs in Hollywood are steering clear of Pettyfer.
Unless they’re wearing a Hazmat suit.
Looks like ‘Two and a Half Men’ will be back in the fall, and it will be Sheen-less.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
‘Men’ creator Chuck Lorre is ALLEGEDLY working on a reboot of the I-have-no-idea-why-it’s-so-popular sitcom, and Sheen is out, though Jon Cryer, who without this would have no career whatsoever, is in.
Cryer has ALLEGEDLY been presented with a plan that would focus on his character, Alan, and a new character–someone Sheen-like, but not Sheen–who has yet to be cast. Lorre has ALLEGEDLY presented his idea to a few Hollywood players, and the network and studio are aware of his intention to overhaul the series.
Though no actor has emerged as the frontrunner to replace Sheen–both Rob Lowe and John Stamos were rumored–the network has yet to schedule the return of ‘Two and a Half Men.’
But CBS could be eying it as a mid-season launch.
Or it, like Sheen, could just go away.